Submissions by Keilani
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction All that is transitory is but a metaphor. (Goethe)
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Jan 2022 6:33pm
26th Jan 2022 6:33pm
I Tell You…
how the sky now ripped
was one expanse
of one eye seeing
one Word creating
each explosion an oration
echoing each thought
How the light winnowed down
from Crown to feet
birthing our worlds
and that we were there
long before
a beginning ever was
diamonds in the rough
aligned
intimate and contemplative
with God
was one expanse
of one eye seeing
one Word creating
each explosion an oration
echoing each thought
How the light winnowed down
from Crown to feet
birthing our worlds
and that we were there
long before
a beginning ever was
diamonds in the rough
aligned
intimate and contemplative
with God
#philosophical
32 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jan 2022 11:36pm
25th Jan 2022 11:36pm
Lachrymae
The rippling water
whose voice traveled skyward
carried the hopes
we birthed in silence
and planted in the flower boxes
left at our doors
nurtured by singsong
of sweet morning birds
in lachrymal waters
they comfort and cleanse
opening their wings
angelic beings releasing our sorrows
heavenward in the gentle rippling
whose voice traveled skyward
carried the hopes
we birthed in silence
and planted in the flower boxes
left at our doors
nurtured by singsong
of sweet morning birds
in lachrymal waters
they comfort and cleanse
opening their wings
angelic beings releasing our sorrows
heavenward in the gentle rippling
#strength
50 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jan 2022 3:08am
25th Jan 2022 3:08am
Beggar-Kings
Everyone is born a king but most die in exile.” (Oscar Wilde)
With our entry breath
a crown of light upon our heads
Yet with each trek through life
most trade it for a bowl of alms
With our entry breath
a crown of light upon our heads
Yet with each trek through life
most trade it for a bowl of alms
#philosophical
50 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Jan 2022 8:39pm
24th Jan 2022 8:39pm
Senryu 01242022
little paper boat
carrying a child’s dreams
downstream or upstream
carrying a child’s dreams
downstream or upstream
#hope
51 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2022 6:44am
23rd Jan 2022 6:44am
Oblique…
can be
the rays of sun
Each a gauntlet
thrown down
casting challenges on dreams
clipping the wings of hope
dimming the color of life
for peoples
who with vigor once sang
Weakened now
they sing a lesser song
though their spirit will not yield
exiled they shall return
‘midst the daunting heart of man
no longer birds of prey
no longer inflicted of his hand
With deliverance and might
new voices rise
carried through worlds
by...
the rays of sun
Each a gauntlet
thrown down
casting challenges on dreams
clipping the wings of hope
dimming the color of life
for peoples
who with vigor once sang
Weakened now
they sing a lesser song
though their spirit will not yield
exiled they shall return
‘midst the daunting heart of man
no longer birds of prey
no longer inflicted of his hand
With deliverance and might
new voices rise
carried through worlds
by...
#hope
#motivational
60 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2022 9:45pm
22nd Jan 2022 9:45pm
Tilt
#determination
84 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jan 2022 2:13am
21st Jan 2022 2:13am
Awe
#inspirational
60 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
20th Jan 2022 4:22pm
20th Jan 2022 4:22pm
For Whom? (do we write)
Poetry
I write for myself
If anyone reads it
so very nice
This art must birth
regardless of else
Tranquil
unsettling
cryptic
direct
Ne’er for approval
tho’ that’s a sweet taste
Art’s purpose
is for the soul’s address
If to others it connects
then its beauty
- twice blest
a soft rain
washing across
the world
I write for myself
If anyone reads it
so very nice
This art must birth
regardless of else
Tranquil
unsettling
cryptic
direct
Ne’er for approval
tho’ that’s a sweet taste
Art’s purpose
is for the soul’s address
If to others it connects
then its beauty
- twice blest
a soft rain
washing across
the world
#philosophical
64 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jan 2022 6:40pm
19th Jan 2022 6:40pm
Flow
Ye poets
who are
be not
so proud
your work
issues
from beyond
descending
pointedly
to your divining rod
You are the instrument
and just
a little more
For all art
flows down
from above
All art
issues
from
God
who are
be not
so proud
your work
issues
from beyond
descending
pointedly
to your divining rod
You are the instrument
and just
a little more
For all art
flows down
from above
All art
issues
from
God
#TruthOfLife
42 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jan 2022 6:24am
18th Jan 2022 6:24am
January 18
my life apportioned
breath by breath
each a death
a passing Winter’s frost
a sometime wilderness
of tundra
receiving her dead
each a birth
beckoning
a candle be lit
melting ice
into brilliance
Spring appears
with blossoms
upon the snow
and flames of Love
kindle the breath
of every step
arraying my feet
in Hermes’ sandals
breath by breath
each a death
a passing Winter’s frost
a sometime wilderness
of tundra
receiving her dead
each a birth
beckoning
a candle be lit
melting ice
into brilliance
Spring appears
with blossoms
upon the snow
and flames of Love
kindle the breath
of every step
arraying my feet
in Hermes’ sandals
#philosophical
41 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jan 2022 11:14pm
16th Jan 2022 11:14pm
Wabi Sabi
#beauty
70 reads
8 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Jan 2022 00:36am
13th Jan 2022 00:36am
Mirage
I tried to hold
the misty breath of wind
When I sang to her
she offered me a pantomime
Her lovely notes I played upon my reed
but her melody I could not hold
and like a bow of light she disappeared
Nothing can we call our own
since the rupture of the cord
and loss of blood
that tossed me as a stone into this world
of clouds and sand that swiftly pass
running through our fisted hands
Nature beckons and allures
and when we comfort in her shade
we may lose sight
the answers that we...
the misty breath of wind
When I sang to her
she offered me a pantomime
Her lovely notes I played upon my reed
but her melody I could not hold
and like a bow of light she disappeared
Nothing can we call our own
since the rupture of the cord
and loss of blood
that tossed me as a stone into this world
of clouds and sand that swiftly pass
running through our fisted hands
Nature beckons and allures
and when we comfort in her shade
we may lose sight
the answers that we...
#TruthOfLife
82 reads
12 Comments
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